Love and Loss – Trifecta Challenge


The markings were crude at best.  Pagan symbols written in blood on the wall were meant to portray a cult following but their vulgar simplicity meant only one thing, Victor was not taking his medication again.  She knew he had been acting strangely but she dismissed the possibility that his anger had escalated.  He was her only child and she would not see him incarcerated.  He would never survive containment.

She tugged at the rubber gloves until they snapped just above her wrists and her hand plunged into the tepid water to reach for the scrub brush.  She had lost count when it came to the number of times she had scoured these cellar walls.  The stench of decay was overwhelming and it permeated her nostrils.  Her senses adjusted once again and her muscles ached and objected to the physical labor.  The vast field beyond their home was filled with too many unmarked graves but she would never see Victor left as a mere number in a row of inmates.

Victor’s father had left only minutes ago with shovel in hand to turn over the newest patch of earth.  She could hear Victor’s sobbing in the distance.  She was sure the tears were a sign of remorse and that is the belief she would take to her grave.  If only she could see that her husband was not  just digging a single grave.


Written for the Trifectra Challenge – (perhaps I should have written this when I wasn’t thinking about the dark character in my book)

This week’s one-word prompt was suggested to us by Ritu from Things To Rave About in our Meet Your Fellow Trifectans meme.  If you’re not linked up there, you should be.  Click through and give us your details so we can get to know you a bit better.

1: existing in a natural state and unaltered by cooking or processing <crude oil>
2 archaic : unripe, immature
3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity <a crude stereotype>
4: rough or inexpert in plan or execution <a crude shelter>
5: lacking a covering, glossing, or concealing element :obvious <crude facts>
6: tabulated without being broken down into classes <thecrude death rate>

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
  • Only one entry per writer.
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19 thoughts on “Love and Loss – Trifecta Challenge

  1. A mother’s love is a powerful thing but, in this case, it has blinded her to her own danger. Deliciously dark and sick and twisted. Well done! 🙂

  2. Oof, creeptastic, seriously. There have been a different occasions that have warranted discussions about what you would do if your child did something awful (like the South Park Pet Semetary episode) but it was always a hypothetical one off or accidental situation. This, ha well, this just creeps me out and takes that concept to the nth degree, really well done.

  3. Yikes, this was creepy. As a parent, I get the desire to want to protect our children. However, ” The vast field beyond their home was filled with too many unmarked graves” would be a sign that something had to be done besides more scrubbing and digging!

  4. The lengths a mother will go to protect her child can be terrifying. A spooky, creative piece. Thank you for linking up. Please don’t forget to return for the voting!

  5. Fantastic Post! I know this reply comes belated as I was out of town. I don’t want to sound repetitious as per the previous replies. Indeed a Mother Will Do Whatever She Can To Protect Her Children. I know I Certainly Feel That Way About My Kids. I know this was a writing challenge, however I Would Love to see where this particular story goes….

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